The old home town looks the same   As I step down from the train   And there to meet me is my mama and papa      Down the road I look and there comes Mary   Hair of gold and lips like cherries   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home      Yes, they'll all be there to meet me   Arms reaching smiling sweetly   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home      The old house is still standing   Though the paint is cracked and dry   And there's that old oak tree I used to play on      Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary   Hair of gold and lips like cherries   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home      Yes, they'll all come to meet me   Arms reaching smiling sweetly   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home      The old home town looks the same   As I step down from the train   And there to meet me is my mama and papa      Down the road I look and there comes Mary   Hair of gold and lips like cherries   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home      Yes, they'll all come to meet me   In the shade of the old oak tree   As they lay me ?neath the green, green grass of home   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home